"People just don't do anything unless a hundred other people do it first."

"Yeah." he replies, "Or if a celebrity tells them to."

"People, man. I've been trying to get my mate Gary, great photographer, to use Story for a year now. Never has. Just won't do it. Not even as a favour."

"Yeah? I've got people directly lying to my face about buying the book. They must think I've sold a load and I can't possibly tell! These are people I've told not to pay and download it from my dropbox for free. But they've been, 'hey, I bought it instead!' And they're lying!"

"People! I used to make T-Shirts. I'd write about it on a forum. If ten people on this forum bought one, and wrote that they bought one, EVERYONE would buy one. I'd sell out in a day. BUT, if I sold ten, and no one wrote about it, I would never sell more than that. It would stop dead."

People are a crowd. One indecisive shrugging mass staring at each other in the current.

---

A few days later I check Story. There's a new story by Gary. An album of pictures from his honeymoon. Holy shit. Took over a year but he did it!

"Pretty good isn't it?" He says when I next see him.

"What, Story?" I'm happily swiping through his pictures.

"Yeah, moving the pictures around into the order you want. Enjoyed it."

People. I guess I should stop worrying about people. In the beginning, it's about a person, one at a time.

Friday, 10 January 2014

"Simon, hi, we need to mock up something for the ad team. I'm going to send some ads over to you. If you could fit them into your designs..."

My brain's dying.

"... just so we have something to show them. I'll send you over a brief."

My eyelids are heavy. My brain is rejecting the words coming out of my boss's mouth. I'm 32. Ads? Is that where I'm at? Placing ads?

Suddenly, the 12-year-old Simon is standing next to me. The younger me. He looks at me, looks at the chair I'm sitting in, then at my screen, then back to me. His mouth opens.

"You fucking boring loser."

"Yeah, I know, it's not great but-"

"What have you done with our life?"

"Look. It's not about this. I have an app..."

"Mate, I'm so happy right now... I'm twelve years old and I know I'm gonna be crazy talented and successful. It's a certainty in my mind. But I stand here, looking at you... you're telling me, after 32 years, it's just this? You, sitting there, in an office chair for nine hours a day, every single day?"

I look down at my fingers.

"What the fuck have you been doing?"

"I got a good job. People would kill for the job I have!"

"I thought we swore never to work for anyone else?"

"Look, kid, life isn't really like that. You have to get a job and work."

"You sound like mum. That's all she says every day. And we both know it's bullshit. I mean... I can see it in your eyes. You never stopped believing it's bullshit either. Yet here you are- Why are you shifting about so much?"

"Back hurts."

"You've sat in that chair so long that your back hurts? Look. I'm gonna give you some advice. Fuck. Can't believe I'm giving you advice. I'm twelve. You're like, middle aged. How is it I'm smarter than you? You're gonna quit your job..."

"Bu-"

"Bu-bu-bu- SHHH. Everything good that's ever happened to you, it happened when you quit whatever job it was you had. Don't think about it. Live again. Challenge yourself. Be scared. Be excited. Just move again. Make me proud. Simon, I'm not proud of you right now."

"I know."

"Listen. Now you're old, has anything really changed for you? In your heart, I mean."

"No... when I think hard, deep down, everything is still the same. I'm still you."

Wednesday, 8 January 2014

Story launched a year ago on Christmas Eve. After one year, it has zero users and we haven't pushed out a single update.

9

Our investor abandoned us making the planned development impossible. I spent the last of my money on an unproductive trip to San Francisco and outsourcing development to a woman in India.

8

My life crashed. I moved back in with my parents. It consumed me. Story was left static for months.

7

It feels as close to dead as it can get. I feel as close to dead as I can get.

6

But it's not dead.

5

I've moved back to London. I found a developer who showed me how to replace all the image files. So I went crazy and redesigned everything, I made it pixel perfect. Something I never had a chance to do the first time round.

4

So there's a new version of Story, sitting here. A total redesign coupled with some extra features. The next update of Story is exciting and...

3

... and I have a plan. It uses Story just as it is. It's a great platform, even right now. The plan won't cost us anything, and it will get people using it and loving it. I am so hopeful.

2

I still want it to exist so much. Still, one year later, no one has done anything this simple. It would be crazy to let it die. We've come so far. It takes so much work to turn an idea into a real thing and we've done that. Almost.

1

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Tuesday, 15 October 2013

I always say that to myself. I know it's a cliche but it's one I say to myself because there always is. A way. I say it out loud, it's probably as close to being religious as I get. Saying out loud there's always a way. I'm fucking good at finding a way too.

Was moving a sofa into a mate's basement the other day and it wouldn't go. It was a nice pre-made one so it came in one piece and just wouldn't go. PIVOT! All that shit. Mate was really stressed.

He was annoyed because I sat there, not stressed. We'd bought the thing back from London, drove it 40 miles and now couldn't get it down the stairs.

"Why aren't you stressed about this?"

"Because there's always a way." I said. If you just relax, the way always comes to you. Always. Never had the way not come to me.

So I sat, chilled out, and the way came to me. Flipped the thing over, stanley knived the hessian on its underside open, got him to pass me a spanner and found all the nuts and took the thing apart and remade it downstairs.

I mean, that's an obvious way. Only took about ten minutes to find that one. But it was a way.

Always a way.

We could spend another 4k getting a couple more features in Story and it would take another three months. At the end of it, we still wouldn't have any users.

Monday, 23 September 2013

So you're a young film director with no experience and no money and you have this brilliant idea for a film. In fact, it's gonna be a summer blockbuster.

Better get to work on it, right?

No! Of course you don't make a summer blockbuster, you've got no money or experience, how can you? Instead, make an indie movie. Show off what you can do with little resources; get yourself on the map; let the little indie movie shine; attract producers who give you a budget to do something a bit more adventurous. Maybe then you make your summer blockbuster.

You don't just try and make a summer blockbuster with no money you stupid fucking twat!